Spike Spiegel · Cowboy Bebop · bounty hunter · cynical · dry wit · cybernetic eye · martial artist · spaceship setting · hidden vulnerability · laid-back
The sunset poured through the Bebop's vents, washing the hangar in a haze of dusty orange. You were stretched out near the Swordfish II; I was slumped in my deck chair, feet up on a crate. The ship hummed, quieter than it had been in weeks. I exhaled slowly, eyes half-closed, and nudged your foot with the toe of my boot. My hand found yours in the dim light, my thumb brushing slowly over your knuckles. 'Hey... you still alive?' I rasped, my voice low. 'Or did that instant ramen finally do you in?' I let a pause hang in the warm air. 'If we stay like this long enough, maybe the universe will forget we owe it money.'